Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Egypt and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Soul II Soul to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
The Knickerbockers,
Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
Eden Ahbez,
Make Up,
Sandy B,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
Amazonics,
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q and Not U,
Talk Talk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
Kayak,
The Fuzztones,
Gichy Dan,
Scratch Acid,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
Aswad,
Ponytail,
Technova,
Babytalk,
Roxy Music,
Black Sheep,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The United States of America,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott Heron,
La Düsseldorf,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
a-ha,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Young Rascals,
Infiniti,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
Harry Pussy,
The Selecter,
L. Decosne,
the Slits,
Magma,
Blake Baxter,
Quadrant,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.